You hold my hand and I don’t sparkle and splinter like a dandelion
My roots rustle and carve harsher tracks
I marvel at the music I learnt to clench my fists and dig my nails in to
Each word is so angry and I can’t help but wonder what all of that aimed to do
Heartbroken, sure
But young bodies mend fast
I’ve always been told
So though it took me a while to say a whispered goodbye to the dandelion fluff that leaves me bare and bruised
like kisses I wondered if I would ever find
Now mouth out that question as a puzzle, the pieces unaligned by force
And I let them jumble
If you asked, would I answer?
I wait for that call whilst my time moves on more than it should do
but
the difference is now I’m all emptied of longing for you
And I find I can look at the world from this much higher view
And it’s beautiful